Abortion Of Dreams
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I'm living with fear,
With sensitive tinyear,
Some voices I can hear, Anxious though, Thoughts they share.
But I don't know what is life,
Good, bad or full of grief.
They said a lot of time,
Our son will be brilliant and fine.
So they don't want me, They hope, my masculinity.
If I was born as a gay, What the society will say?
My parents will be happy or not?
It's better to collapse the thoughts.
Before birth, they mourn, Doctor or Engineer parent's groan.
If I dream to farm,
It will cause them harm. They think, only about the status,
Yet I'm not born, drop that bogus.
I hear a voice near left, 'Come out son, we can't wait!'
I'm not a machine like you,
Not matured enough,
To dream like you.
Oh! they are happy today,
As my growing penis is on the way.
Still a child am I,
Can't they see?
I don't want to be born,
In your divided sea!
Parents, It's better to abort me now,
Aborting my dreams, will kill me anyhow.